When I graduated from college, I was glad to find a job as a legal secretary at a prestigious law firm. I was happy to be able to start making some money and move out of my parent’s place. Working at the law firm was a bit of a culture shock from school. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe, very conservative, prim blouses, sensible skirts and pantyhose. Most of the partners were about 20 years older than me, overworked, and pretty stuffy. But I got to see the inner workings of the legal business and decide if I was going to eventually go to law school. One day, one of the friendlier partners, who had taken me under his wing, invited me to go downtown with him and sit in on a case.
I had never been to the courthouse before. It was a beautifully ornate building in the downtown area and a hive of activity. There were lawyers, legal secretaries and police officers all scurrying in and out of court. The cops in their dark uniforms pricked my interest. It’s a cliche that women love a man in uniform, but there is some truth to it. I never realized it until I started dating a guy who was in the Marines. The uniform changed him. He was a fairly unremarkable guy, but the uniform made him extraordinary. He looked bigger, stronger, more virile and all around sexier. After we got back from a Marine Corp ball one night, I made him fuck me in his uniform. It made me so wet, I squirted like a hose. And that’s when I realized I had a uniform fetish. However, I had never been with a cop before.
Cops have a certain swagger to them. They have the uniform, the gun and the no nonsense attitude. It was so manly, just being around them made my panties wet. And here I was, a pretty young thing surrounded by eye candy. Cops were much more exciting than the boring lawyers I was surrounded with every day. As I was waiting outside the courtroom with a pile of papers, I noticed a black police officer. He was dark skinned, had a smooth ball head and a goatee flecked with gray. He was chatting with another cop and I noticed he flashed, perfect white teeth as he smiled. I guess he must have noticed me staring at him, because he came over.
“How are you doing?” he said in a booming voice. He towered over my tiny frame; he must have been well over six-feet tall. I am a waif of a girl. I’m pale, have mid-sized boobs and weigh a little over 120 pounds soaking wet. I think that’s why I’m so attracted to powerful men. They’re the complete opposite of me. I’m dainty, and they’re rugged.
“Good,” I replied shyly. “This was my first time In court.”
He told me his name was Tyrell and he was in court to give testimony in a traffic case. I noticed a Marine tattoo on his bicep.
“Were you in the Corps?” I asked.
“Sure, I did 15 years. I was Marine Force Recon,” he said smiling. “I liked the discipline. When I got out, I got so used to carrying a gun, I decided to become a cop.”
I learned from my ex about the Marine Force Recon. They were the badasses they sent in before the Marines invaded a region. They slept in the dirt, spied on the enemy and gathered intelligence. They probably killed a few enemies they ran into and other Marines talked about them in hushed tones.
I told him one of my exes was a Marine.
“I like a man in uniform,” I said blushing. “I think they’re hot.”
Tyrell grinned broadly.
“Really now? We’ll have to do something about that.”
Just then, my boss came out of the court and said we were heading back to office. Tyrell slipped me his business card and told me to call him. When I got back home that night, I thought about Tyrell in his uniform. It made my pussy tingle imagining what his powerful body looked like under those clothes. He was an ex Marine, and I knew Jarheads were big into working out. A few days later, I decided to call him.
“Tyrell,” I said. “This is Paige.”
“How you doing?” he said.
“Good,” I replied. “Thinking of you.”
He laughed. “What were you thinking?”
“Naughty thoughts,” I said, feeling my panties getting wet. I was being bold, because I really wanted to know what it was like to be with a cop.
“Hey, what are you doing right now?” he said. “I’m on a break, want to meet for coffee?”
“Sure,” I said.
I threw on some jeans, heels and a t-shirt and met him at a coffee shop, which was not too far from my house. Tyrell’s large frame was squeezed behind a table.
He stood up and enveloped me in an embrace. He was so big and muscular, I felt safe in his arms. He told me about his job patrolling one of the rougher parts of town. It was very demanding, but he said after the Marines and serving in Afghanistan, he was prepared to face down anything.
As we sipped our Frappucinos, Tyrell looked at me oddly.
“You’re a cute girl,” he said. “What do you want with an old dude like me? I must be 15 years older than you.”
“I’ve never been with a cop before,” I said boldly. “You look like you know your way around a woman, maybe you could teach me a few things?”
He eyed me. “Maybe. I have rather unusual tastes.”
Now I was curious. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and one night stands in college, but nothing too wild. What did he have in mind?
“I’m game,” I said. There was something about him that was mesmerizing.
“Come sit next to me,” he commanded in his deep voice.
I got up and squeezed next to him.
“You smell good,” he murmured as he played with my flaxen hair.
He grabbed one of my small hands and put it on his crotch. I gasped because he felt huge. What was he hiding down there?
“I didn’t know you had two nightsticks,” I said laughing. I wondered how big he was?
“Let’s go,” he said. “Follow me.”
I followed his police cruiser to a dark alley. He opened the door and ordered me to get in the back seat. We kissed passionately and started tearing off our clothes. I couldn’t believe I was fucking a cop in the back of squad car. It felt dirty and dangerous, but strangely exhilarating. Tyrell quickly had his clothes off and I got a look at his chocolate skin and jutting cock. The contrast of my small hands running over his large, black body was so erotic. Tyrell, flipped me over and put me on my knees. He ran his hands over my pert ass and spread my cheeks. I soon felt his girth pushing into me. It was the biggest I had ever had and I whimpered a little as he pushed into me. Tyrell grabbed my flaxen hair and tugged at it, as he pumped away at me. He totally dominated my tiny body and I submitted myself to his manliness. He tore into me and we both got so hot we steamed up the windows. Finally, after 20 minutes of sweaty, physical sex, we both groaned and came together. Tyrell got dressed and said he had to return to his shift.
I drove home feeling like I had just been in an intense workout. If all cops fucked liked that, I could see why they had their groupies. I slept good that night and the next day at work, my pussy still ached from the previous night's fucking. But I wanted more.
I texted Tyrell at work.
I wrote: Had fun last night. I’m still aching.
He wrote back: Me too, let’s do it again sometime.
We spent the rest of the day texting back and forth. He sent me a pic of him looking ever so sexy with sunglasses and his bald head. I sent him a snapshot of my boobs. We did this for a few days until Tyrell said he wanted to come over to my apartment. I told him to make sure he was in uniform because it made him look hot. Tyrell showed up at around 10 p.m. fresh off his shift.
I was in my jammies when I let him in. He bent down and kissed me long and slow.
“I been waiting for you all day,” I said. “You tore up my pussy, but I want more.”
“Okay, good,” he said. “Now strip.”
I dropped my clothes and stood before him naked.
He admired my pale body appreciatively.
He stood behind me and grasped my hair in his huge hands. Again, I felt dwarfed by his massive frame, but not fearful. He bent down and whispered in my ear.
“You want me to tear up your pussy again?” he said in his deep, sexy voice.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me like a cop.”
“I got to warm you up first.” he said.
He took one of his huge paws, massaged my ass gently, then gave it a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. I was shocked at the impact that shook my whole body. I had never experienced that much power from a man before. It burned at first, but it made my whole body tingle. As Tyrell spanked me, he grasped my hair and kissed and licked at my neck. It was like nothing I had experienced before. Tyrell could be physical, but not rough. I felt my pussy soaking from this over stimulation. I was soon begging him to fuck me. He forced me down on the carpet and fucked me doggie style. My body was extra sensitive from the spanking and with a few thrusts he had me coming. I came so many times, it all became a blur. I vaguely remember Tyrell groaning as he shot his load and then we both collapsed on the carpet gasping for breath. We were both covered in sweat and I felt like I had just ran a marathon.
“Oh my god,” I said stroking his hard chest. I couldn’t get over the uniqueness of my pale hands on his dark skin. “That was so raw.”
“I guess neither of us are going to go to the gym tomorrow,” he laughed.
I leaned over and lay on top of his gorgeous body. He noticed the red marks on my ass.
“You left a mark,” I admiring his work.
“You know you liked it.”
I kissed him again, “I did, I shall wear it with honor.”
We spent the rest of the night engaged in wild, noisy sex. Eventually, Tyrell left since he had an early call in the morning. I slept like a log and was jolted awake by my alarm. I hurried off to work still tingling from the night before. My ass was still red from last night’s spanking, but I was secretly turned on by the fact I was walking around a conservative law office with red hand prints on my ass.
I fantasized about what Tyrell was up to. I got a text from him later in the day. Apparently, he got into a shootout with a couple of gangbangers and had killed one of them. It was all over the news. Tyrell had come to the aid of a fallen officer and taken down two armed gang members. I wasn’t surprised. Tyrell was formidable; he was ex military and had been in dangerous situations before. He was fearless in the face of death. I thought he was fearless, and it made me so wet, thinking I was fucking a man who was willing to kill.
Tyrell showed up at my apartment late that night. I could tell he was tired from his emotionally draining day. He didn’t want to talk about the shooting, but just wanted to put it behind him. We shared a pizza and finished a bottle of wine together, then it was back to sex. We were both hungry for each other. I was eager for his cock, he was eager to forget about the day.
Tyrell quickly had me on my knees. Then he spread my cheeks and rimmed my ass. I never had a man do that before, and it made my pussy throb in anticipation. Tyrell lubed my ass up and edged his thick cock in. I never really experimented with anal sex, and feeling Tyrell fuck my rosebud took my breath away. I felt I was breaking so many taboos by having a big, black man in that tight space. It was way more adventurous than regular sex. Tyrell stroked away, yanked on my hair and whispered dirty words in ear.
“Tell me you like that thick cock in your ass,” he said huskily.
“Oh yes, please fuck my ass,” I begged.
Finally, after an eternity of him pounding my ass, I heard him groan and shoot his load. Feeling his sticky man juice in my asshole felt so nasty, it made me cum like a fountain and I screamed like a scalded cat as I gushed. Afterwards, we cuddled up, our bodies still bathed in sweat. I felt so safe smothered in the arms of this dangerous man. I didn’t think anything could harm me. Tyrell was off because of the shooting, so I called in sick and we spent the rest of the day naked and fucking. It was going to be a long, lusty weekend.
